I derive no pleasure
From causing pain,
But I must live.
I derive no pleasure
You wake the wolf in me
if I let her take over
well, there’d be only shreds
Sometimes I want to cry when I think
About how content you’ve become with
Argot is celebrating Hispanic Heritage Month through artwork. Explore the colors and dreams of heritage. Thursday’s art is paired with a poem from Argot team member, Claudia Rojas.Read More
[Image Description: A orange, stone canyon peak and surrounding edge wraps around a section of blue sky.]
Tarik Dobbs' poetry questions what love and family mean in an unknown landscape. With lush, tender, vivid language, Dobbs probes the boundaries of community and exile in these three poems.
[Image Description: A close up of a pile of multi-colored tablets and capsules, ranging from bright pink, yellow and green, to sky blue.]
My pills & herbs & self-medications fill a mass grave.
Tinctures held under my tongue. A burning prayer.Read More
The mulch is cold, and the sun has disappeared.
The air begins to sharpen with each quick inhale,
cutting up my lungs until
I can’t breathe.
[Image description: close photograph of the vapour rising in swirls from a cup of hot liquid.]
how do you smell like home?
does your pulse quicken?
can’t I touch?Read More
at the store
and get so angry
as if i'm doing this for them
Then they spider out, skitter and
caress, fingers relaxing,
cupping the cheek like an explosion holds the ground,Read More
Here at the crease between my thighs is the foam of a tsunamiRead More
Like you, all lonely,
Poets not all among them,
Not all, eloquent, not all seeking
Loneliness, what then?Read More
art is as useless as it is magnificent,
ugly and real and hurting like a white flame
- two faces of the same god
one that talks in riddles and lives blindfolded.Read More
“I am trying to stay present, trying not to run head first into the darkness she invited.”Read More
Spilled words from her lips/ like red wine on white carpets. / She left many stains.Read More
a dormant volcano.Read More
real women are polished opals.
i am buried coal.